The Tangle Hands to your hymnals, hell's at the door

She saw no one for a long while.  Then, just as she was thinking of heading homeward, she heard the sound of someone making their way up some nearby stone way.

She attempted to find the source of the noise and ended rounding a corridor of stone and coming face to face with the culprit.  Her head lifted in surprise, but she didn't immediately turn aggressive.  Instead she stood on guard a step back from previous and eyed him with wary curiosity.

This entire trip was meant to be a test, and if he belong to the woman's band, she wanted to see his actions.  So Rosalyn didn't speak.  She waited, the wind sadly against her as it flowed past from the sea behind her.

WC: 125